The female warrior had not been put off by the smell and site of blood and gore that covered the male that had called a pack meeting. She knew what type of pack this was, and it was for those reasons that she had listened to Carnival and Devil May Cry’s words and actually traveled here and sought them out. She was not the type that wanted to be tied down and some slave to a pack, but if it was a pack with her own unique tastes and thrills, then perhaps it would work out. But if it did not she was not going to be very concerned about it. The female had been a loner for as long as she could remember now, and going back to that life would not be difficult for her. She had never craved or needed the company of others, did not need anyone’s love or approval to be happy. The only time she had actually given another being the time of day had been with her old mate. But it had become clear that they were not going to work out, so she had left him. Most would have been upset losing a lover, but she was more angry at the useless male than anything else. He had lost their daughter, and what good was a mate if they could not look after her young? It brought a bitter taste to her mouth whenever she thought about it. The large red demoness shook her head to clear her mind, letting her thoughts drift away as she wandered through the trees.

The pack’s territory was still new to her, and though she did not yet know how this would turn out, she knew that she needed to familiarize herself with the lands. Malignant Felicity seemed no different to her than any other forest, but it was the wolves that lived here that made if different. Her brown orbs took in every detail, every tree and rock that lived here, just as she did now. As she began to grow accustomed to the lands here, taking time in each day to explore more and more of the territory until it was committed to her memory, she grew bored. That was another reason she had decided to check this pack out. Devil and Carnival had promised her that she would find enjoyment in Malignant Felicity, that the wolves here understood what it meant to lust for blood and gore, for pain and pleasure, for passion. But so far none of that had been shown here. Sure, the new king here had come to them covered in not only his blood, but the blood of the previous queen. But all he had asked of them was to recruit new wolves. That was not her job, in her opinion. She was not going to be the type to do whatever he commanded, to do his work for him and be a slave to him and this pack. She was not against work, she was not a lazy varg, but going out and recruiting others was not why she had come to this pack. She came here to be with other wolves like her, and she was not going to go out and ask any old being to come and join their ranks.

Though many would think Valkyrie disrespectful in her ways, she never meant it to come off that way. She was just the type to do as she pleased, and if something an alpha or other authoritative figure asked her to do made sense to her, she would gladly put in the work and effort for them. But only if they deserved it and were doing something of interest to her. The russet colored female just hoped that things would get more interesting from here.

Table and Picture Credit to Mimi <3